Pirate’s Infinite Wings

But with each blow, the air dragon's voice grew louder and clearer.

Whereas in the beginning, the simple sound was like the sound of a dragon, this time the punching dragon sound vaguely contained a real dragon, as if there was a divine dragon roaring in the hollow sound, racing with the dragon's breath.

"Fuck it," the warden scolded him.

The animal trainer also gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it.

"At this time, the hearts of the two people were hit, almost to the extreme, so they couldn't help biting their rough mouths.

They were really frightened by Fang Lang's evil level.

Naturally, they knew that, as the chosen group, they were lucky enough to be taught Dragon Fist.

These years, immersed in the power of Dragon Fist, they are naturally very clear about the various meanings of Dragon Fist, one of them.

It is to use the power of the dragon's fist to expel the evil in the heart, but they can't do this now.

You can do this after more than ten days of contact with Dragon Fist? How does this stop them from exploding? At this time, Fang Lang waved his fist. In his will, there was an idea that none of them could understand.

The dragon voices became more vivid and lifelike, no longer onomatopoeia, but real dragon majesty, so they could see them both at the same time.

I can't help being afraid.

Thinking about it now, I seem to suddenly understand why Fang Lang's resume, why in just one year, from a young man who has never learned martial arts to a rising martial arts star, such a terrifying martial arts talent and understanding, even.

Mason tried to think of the three words "even if", wanted to add a personal name, but wanted to think about it, but found that they knew all the great genius martial arts, and did not expect that no one could do Fang Lang like this.

As for the other young strong men, although they were not as sure as the two instructors what happened, they also vaguely felt something, and opened their eyes one by one, refusing to miss Fang Lang's slightest movement.

Because they are practicing dragon boxing.

Fang Lang at this time showed the essence of the Uyghurs on the Dragon Boat Festival, which they did not expect. For them, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime observation and understanding process.

In a blink of an eye, another stick of incense passed by.

Fang Lang's punching speed has been reduced to three to four punches.

He walked up and down slowly, walked around the shadow, hit the shadow slowly, every blow was like a dragonfly, and came back as soon as he touched it, breathing slowly, the whole person's mental state A little frustrated.

This obviously takes a lot of energy.

Shadow stood still, like a sculpture, motionless, eyes closed, as if asleep.

Aung San! The last voice of the dragon.

Every young man's heart trembled, a feeling of awe and fear, because of the dragon's voice.

Final blow.

Fang Lang sprayed out a pale black blood arrow, his body flickered, and he took three or four steps back. He was just standing steadily, and the mist rolled all over his body, as if it was Xia Wei's cloud steam. extreme.

All hearts were awakened with their voices.

Fang Lang stood motionless.

The fog around the body gradually recedes.

Fang Lang has a strange sense of dao rhyme, his face is rosy, his spirit is flying, and there is a hint of jade color under his skin, giving him a feeling of pearls and flawless flesh, one breath. ..